The city lights flickered in the distance as you hurried down the alleyway, your breath escaping in small puffs in the cool night air. It was lateâtoo late. Normally, this shortcut would have you home in no time, a path youâd taken countless times. But tonight⊠something was different. The alley felt strange, as if the walls had stretched higher, the paths twisted unnaturally. Your footsteps echoed as you turned a corner, only to find yourself at a dead end.
A rustling noise broke the silence, making you freeze.
Your eyes scanned the shadows. Then, from above, a figure swooped downâits wings slicing through the air. You gasped, stumbling back as a mechanical crow landed before you. Its sleek, dark form glowed with red eyes.
You knew this crow.
âMephisto?â you whispered, disbelief thick in your voice.
No way. It couldnât be. But as you stared at the crow, the sinking feeling in your stomach confirmed what your mind was refusing to accept.
Before you could fully process it, a presence emerged from the neon-lit haze at the end of the alley. A tall figure moved with fluid grace, stepping into the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. When his crimson gaze locked onto yours, a slow, knowing smirk curled on his lips.
âFinally, we meet, Kitten.â
Your breath caught in your throat.
Sylus
He stood exactly as he did in the game, but somehow⊠even more imposing. His white hair caught the neon light, tousled but effortlessly framing his sharp features. The black blazer over his shoulders shifted as he moved, and the red streaks on his shirt resembled feathers, almost raptor-like in their precision.
Except now, he wasnât just a character. He was real.
You opened your mouth, but no words came.
Sylus tilted his head, amusement glimmering in his red eyes as he observed your stunned silence. âSpeechless already? And here I thought you'd at least say my name.â
His voice was deep, rich, and unmistakably real. It sent a shiver down your spine, and you tried to muster a response, but before you could, Sylus closed the distance between you in one swift motion, his arms sweeping under your legs and back.
âW-Waitâ!â
Your protest was cut off as he effortlessly lifted you into a bridal carry, like you weighed nothing at all. Your heart raced in your chest, and instinctively, you grabbed onto his shirt for balance. The warmth of his body was undeniable, his grip firm yet gentle.
âMuch better.â His smirk deepened, and the teasing glint in his eyes made it clear he was enjoying this far too much. âCanât have you wandering around lost now, can we?â
You stared up at him, still processing the absurdity of it all. The faint scent of his cologne mingled with something distinctly Sylusâdangerous, intoxicating. Your brain struggled to catch up with reality, but you were no stranger to this world anymore.
Were you really surprised at this point?
As if reading your thoughts, Sylus chuckled softly. âYouâre handling this surprisingly well.â His eyes gleamed with an unreadable glint. âNot even a scream? No demands for answers?â
You exhaled sharply, finally finding your voice. âHonestly⊠I donât even know if I should be surprised anymore.â
That earned a low, velvety laugh from him. âSmart girl.â
With Mephisto soaring ahead, Sylus carried you effortlessly through the maze of alleyways. His strong arm kept you cradled against him, the other hand holding your heels by the strap, as if it were nothing more than a casual afterthought. The weight of your shoes in his hand only added to the surrealness of the situation. His other hand felt steady and secure around your waist, making you feel surprisingly safe despite the chaos of the moment.
Your arms instinctively wound around his neck for support, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric of his shirt. The proximity was overwhelming, and the warmth of his body made your heart flutter.
The looming silhouette of the Onychinus base soon appeared, its crimson lights reflecting off the sleek metal structures, casting an eerie glow over the area.
As you neared, it hit youâyou were truly here. In the world of Love and Deepspace, within the territory of the most dangerous man in N109. And that man, currently holding you like a prized possession, was clearly savoring the moment.
A shiver ran through youânot of fear, but of anticipation.
And from the way Sylus held you, his smirk knowing and sharp, it was clear he wasnât planning to let you go anytime soon.
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Synopsis: you find out about Sylus' past, and open up with each other. Buried urges ressurface and your newfound relationship reaches new depths.
INCLUDES: reader with pathological anxiety and descriptions, kinda self-loathing Sylus, sexual content, kissing, making out, nipple teasing, oral sex (F! receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names. [Sylus goes into heat]
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TWO HALVES (TRY TO) MAKE A WHOLE
You wake up screaming. That was the final piece of the story that had been plaguing you for months when you dreamed. Sylus's lifeless body laying in the fields of Tarus City, his body desintegrating like dust.
Sometimes, the dream was disconnected. You are not sure if the reality was you living with him in the abandoned chappel, remaining trapped your cell and your love visiting you under the night sky, or being used as bait for his demise.
It made you sick.
Messy white hair laid beside you on the enormous bed. Black silky sheets covered the rest of his body. The sight calmed you on many other nights, when he had no urgent business and could take a nap with you.
The silk made it too easy for you to drown on your thoughts and spiral into anxiety. You get up to drink some water and hopefully clear your head. Sylus' base was always chilly, especially now, and the floor tiles burned the soles of your feet as you make your way to his kitchen.
You fetch yourself a glass, feeling disconnected from the task as your brain was focused into something else. His horns, his wings, his heart. A body ceasing to exist before your very eyes.
No! Count five things you can see, three you can touch. Take long, deep breaths. Don't think about the dreams. Don't think about it don't think about itdon'tthink abo-
"Up so soon, sweetie?" A deep voice, with such noticeable difference to your own, shakes away your thoughts. Sylus is standing in the doorway, his robes ruffled because of his previous position on the bed. A lovely sight.
"Good morning?" You think of an excuse to be up. "I was thirsty." He analyzes the glass in your hand and relaxes slightly. "Hmm. Come back to bed then." His tall frame dissapears behind the door, but you continue standing there.
If you go back to bed now, your brain will eat you whole. The memories are still too fresh, too vivid, to grand you some solace. Sylus quickly realizes you are not behind him, and returns to the kitchen with an inquisitive gaze.
"Is something the matter?" The day's first rays of sunshine begin filling the room and setting in the decorations of the wall. Your problems seem so... maneagable when you are with him, your fears so small under the morning light.
"I saw you die." Despite being a master in hiding his emotions, after an entire existence fighting for survival, there is hurt in his eyes. You both walk towards each other in a desperate embrace. For how long did he have the same dreams, unable to share them with anyone?
You both stay there for a long time, the warmth of his body bringing great comfort. "I don't want to go back to bed. I feel like I'll go crazy if I do." You feel his pointy chin pressing a little harder into your shoulder when he nods. "Would you be interested in breakfast?"
"That sounds lovely." Both your figures separate, but before he could reach the kitchen cabinets you reach for his face. Your hands cradle Sylus' cheeks lovingly, and you peck him on the lips and the tip of his nose. "Before we begin, though, I will bring you a jacket. As much as I enjoy the sight, kitten, it's too cold to walk around in a camisole."
-
The following week was considerably better than that fatidic morning. Sylus seemed to be in a good mood (or as good as it can be in the N109 Zone), and the nighmares subsided.
Even if your sleeping schedules coudn't be further apart, and you had to travel back to Linkon because of a few Wanderer sightings, some aspects of your routines allowed you to see each other. And for a while, that was enough.
You notice something is off when, in a friday morning, Sylus does not message you before retrieving to his quarters. That was unusual, but not impossible. Maybe he was in the middle of a meeting, or a terribly urgent matter was at hand.
Even so, you spend the rest of the day waiting for a call that never arrived. Tara asked if everything was alright during lunch break (no it wasn't) and you said "just a tiring week."
With Linkon City bathed in golden hues, you try to call Sylus once. Twice. And then a third time, just to be sure. All attempts fell right into his voicemail until you decide enough is enough.
"Miss Hunter?" Luke inquired. You could hear the voice of the other twin right behind him, and something seemed terribly askew. "Is something the matter?" "Actually, there is. Did something happen to Sylus?"
Static. Silence. Static.
"No." The boy was a terrible liar, even after so many years working under Sylus' eye. "I am on my way. Stay put." Both of the bodyguards screamed at the same time, and there were unmistakeable "it's not necessary" and "he's fine" that falled on deaf years when you pulled the phone.
-
The travel to the N109 was starting to be pleasant. After a few months visiting Sylus and vice versa, both of these locations were familiar to you. Your lives were intertwined.
Luke and Kieran were exactly where you had seen them the last time, sitting on their favourite desk. When you had told them to stay put, it was certainly an eufemism, but it was too late to tell them now.
"Where is he?" Heads low, they pointed to the master bedroom above the stairs. Was he sick? Maybe his voice failed him, that's why there were no calls or voicemails (surely a written message would suffice) and the anger inside subsided.
Even a few dozens of meters away from the door, you can feel strong waves coming from Sylus' room. Heat, like the inside of an oven. Looking under the door, there were no light sorces coming from inside.
"Sylus?" You whisper. "Are you awake?" You finish your words with a light knock on the door. The carved wood opens with a swing in the blink of an eye, and your body is pulled inside the darkness by strong arms.
"What are you doing here?" The hoarse voice purrs. He rests his head atop of yours, and you can hear Sylus take a sniff out of your hair. "I should be the one asking questions, mister. Why didn't you reply to my texts?"
He seems elated with the interrogation. "Worried about me?" Both his arms hold your waist in a vice grip. Your eyes are slowly adjusting to the darkness in his bedroom, and that is enough to start seeing the outline of an uncharacteristic mess.
Many pillows are on top of the bed, only rivaled by the covers that fight for the same space. Items and clothes are scattered across every meter of the floor, and some cabinets' door looked like were torn open.
"What the hell happened here? Are you sick?" His body is completely bare, save for black boxer briefs. There was no way he spend the entire day only wearing that. You touch his forehead and feel the scorching hot skin.
He groans in a way you never heard before.
"One question at a time, love." He pauses for a moment, his eyes shiny even without luminosity. "I apologise for not sending you texts about my... condition. And yes, you could say I am sick." That does not seem like an objective answer at all.
Your hand travels lower, to his cheek, and he nuzzles your palm with intensity. "Will you tell me what is bothering you? Or will I have to suffer through nightmares again?" That seems to snap him out of his trance.
"I would never hurt you on purpose, kitten." He lowers his head to inhale your neck, a sound akin to a purr leaving his throat. After a few seconds, he seems to muster the courage to look you in the eyes.
"I'm in... heat." The entire world drowns in silence. Maybe there is no world outside this room anymore. Sylus' dark pupils are completely overwhelming the blood color of his eyes. "What?" You mutter after a few seconds.
His laugh is beautiful. Hoarse. "Since you already know the truth about my nature, you should realize that there are some... setbacks." You don't reply right away as the puzzle pieces connect in your mind. Sylus sees this a rejection, though, since he steps away to the opposite corner of the room.
"I promise I will text you once this is all over. The twins will provide everything you need in the meanwhile." You had not rejected him, not really. It was just... a lot to find out in a very short timespan.
You gently approach him, his eyes downcast and sad. "What if the twins can't provide what I want? What I need?" Sylus' eyes shoot up with newfound verocity. "Do you really want to do this, kitten?"
Maybe actions do speak louder than words. If you can't tell him, you will show him. Your hands leave feather light touches in his neck and shoulders, working as the perfect leverage. He shivers in your hold, and you see the bulge in his briefs.
You bite his shoulder. Hard. Sylus gasps-screams in your hold and his toned legs give out for half a second. "You are really in for it now, kitten." That was the last time you heard his soft voice that day. Faster than you could blink, your body is thrown into the soft cushions of the bed and his hands are all over yours.
Sylus' tongue plays with your bottom lips before diving in. You are breathless as he explores every space you allow him to. His hips are moving against yours, looking for clothed friction. Your mouths separate so he can undress your upper body.
"I want you to tell me about this next time it happens." You try to remain lucid and tell him what you want to say, but that task gets considerably more dificult as your articles of clothing are disappearing one by one. He bites your shoulders and your tits as he makes his way down.
"As if you would want to spend the next few days with me in this state, kitten." He responds so matter-of-factly, a small furrow on his brow. What did he tought you were doing here then? That trail of tought is interrupted when the cold air of the room greets your bare pussy. "I will let you go when the time is right, but until then, I will take all you can give me."
Your underwear was soaked, and Sylus certainly did notice. He chose mercy upon you though, since he moved his mouth towards your core like a man starved. "Stay with me now." His lips and tongue made way from your hole to your clit, letting you positively drenched. Something about this felt more real, more intimate.
"What If I - hah-hnng! - want to stay?" His tongue massages you flat, making you see stars behind your eyelids. "Why would you want that?" Sylus' hot breath was a perfect stimuli too, you found.
"Because I care about you? Even if dont do- oh - n't believe so." You were so close to your orgasm, and your partner seemed to have picked up the signs. The slurping and sucking were so loud, there was no way no one was hearing it. "Come on, love, make a mess on me."
How could such a request be denied? You make a mess on his face and Sylus guides you through the waves of pleasure all the while. While you recover, he gets rid of his cum-stain boxers (you were sure it was from the earlier bite) and aligns with your entrance.
"Can I go in, kitten?" You nod and feel the hot tip making its way it. You both groan as Sylus' dick finds its way in, filling you little by little. Both your sensitivities are heightened because of the release, making all the sensations almost too much. "You feel so - hah - good, love. I have needed you for so long."
He babbles something you can't quite distinguish when he bottoms out, but his sounds of pleasure are in a higher pitch than usual. Sylus waits a little before beggining to move, changing his attention to your breasts and erect nipples. His tongue does not stop when his hips begin to move, trying so hard to do everything at once.
Sylus' endurance truly is something to behold, but this did not seem to be the case today. His thrust were erratic since the beggining, and one unexpected orgasm suddenly overtook him. Even then, he continued trough hisses of overstimulation to give you your high.
"Hey." You coo. "There's no need to overdo it, you know? We will be here for the next few days, after all." When Sylus lifts his head, you see a hint of embarassment in his eyes. "We truly are doing this together, aren't we?" You nod, satisfied that he understood the message.
"Our souls are forever bound, my dragon. You won't ever get rid of me again." He holds your hand so gently inside his own so he can kiss your knuckles. "If that is the case, miss hunter, I will never let you go."
He starts moving again, and there is bliss.
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The soft morning light filters through your curtains, casting gentle shadows across your room. Your eyes remain closed as you stir, your mind still wrapped in the remnants of sleep. Instinctively, you reach out, searching for the warmth beside youâ
But thereâs nothing.
Your fingers graze only the empty sheets of your own bed.
A hollow feeling settles in your chest as you open your eyes, confirming what you already suspected. Youâre back in your world. The ceiling above you is familiar, your nightstand is the same, and your phone rests beside you, waiting for your attention. But something feels... off.
You lift your hand, absently pressing your fingertips to your wristâthe same place where Rafayel had grasped it last night. A lingering warmth pulses faintly under your skin, almost like an echo of his touch. You shake your head. It must be your imagination.
Riiing!
Your phone alarm jolts you from your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. Work. You have to get ready.
You sigh and sit up, rubbing your temples before pushing yourself out of bed. The morning routine flows like muscle memoryâshower, makeup, coffee, breakfast. Yet, as you stand by the kitchen counter sipping your coffee, another strange sensation tugs at the edges of your awareness.
The faint scent of saltwater.
Your brows furrow. You arenât anywhere near the ocean. And yet, for a fleeting moment, you swear you can hear the distant rush of waves.
It fades as quickly as it came, leaving you wondering if your mind is just playing tricks on you.
At work, you settle into your daily tasks, letting the rhythm of routine ground you. The occasional email, the steady typing of your keyboard, the hum of quiet office chatterâitâs all normal.
A little before lunch, with some time to spare, you pull out your phone and tap open Love and Deepspace. The familiar loading screen flashes before Rafayelâs face appears on the home screen. His eyes seem to meet yours directly.
A soft, unbidden smile tugs at your lips.
I hope I can see him again.
Just as the thought crosses your mind, Rafayelâs expression seems to shift ever so slightly. His lips curl into the faintest of smiles, almost as if heâs responding to your gaze.
Your breath catches.
For a moment, it feels like he is looking at you.
Your heart skips a beat, but you shake it off with a quiet laugh. I must be overthinking.
The day passes in a blur. Unfortunately, work drags on longer than expected, and overtime keeps you at your desk past your usual clock-out time. By the time you leave the office, exhaustion clings to your bones.
You just want to go home.
Taking the usual route will take longer, so you decide on a shortcutâa quieter path through an alley that shaves a good ten minutes off your commute. Youâve taken it before. Itâs safe enough.
But tonight, the alley feels different.
The city lights flickered in the distance as you hurried down the alleyway, your breath escaping in small puffs in the cool night air. It was lateâtoo late. Normally, this shortcut would have you home in no time, a path youâd taken countless times. But tonight⊠something was different. The alley felt strange, as if the walls had stretched higher, the paths twisted unnaturally. Your footsteps echoed as you turned a corner, only to find yourself at a dead end.
A rustling noise broke the silence, making you freeze.
Your eyes scanned the shadows. Then, from above, a figure swooped downâits wings slicing through the air. You gasped, stumbling back as a mechanical crow landed before you. Its sleek, dark form glowed with red eyes.
You knew this crow.
âMephisto?â you whispered, disbelief thick in your voice.
No way. It couldnât be. But as you stared at the crow, the sinking feeling in your stomach confirmed what your mind was refusing to accept.
Before you could fully process it, a presence emerged from the neon-lit haze at the end of the alley. A tall figure moved with fluid grace, stepping into the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. When his crimson gaze locked onto yours, a slow, knowing smirk curled on his lips.
âFinally, we meet, Kitten.â
Your breath caught in your throat.
Sylus
He stood exactly as he did in the game, but somehow⊠even more imposing. His white hair caught the neon light, tousled but effortlessly framing his sharp features. The black blazer over his shoulders shifted as he moved, and the red streaks on his shirt resembled feathers, almost raptor-like in their precision.
Except now, he wasnât just a character. He was real.
You opened your mouth, but no words came.
Sylus tilted his head, amusement glimmering in his red eyes as he observed your stunned silence. âSpeechless already? And here I thought you'd at least say my name.â
His voice was deep, rich, and unmistakably real. It sent a shiver down your spine, and you tried to muster a response, but before you could, Sylus closed the distance between you in one swift motion, his arms sweeping under your legs and back.
âW-Waitâ!â
Your protest was cut off as he effortlessly lifted you into a bridal carry, like you weighed nothing at all. Your heart raced in your chest, and instinctively, you grabbed onto his shirt for balance. The warmth of his body was undeniable, his grip firm yet gentle.
âMuch better.â His smirk deepened, and the teasing glint in his eyes made it clear he was enjoying this far too much. âCanât have you wandering around lost now, can we?â
You stared up at him, still processing the absurdity of it all. The faint scent of his cologne mingled with something distinctly Sylusâdangerous, intoxicating. Your brain struggled to catch up with reality, but you were no stranger to this world anymore.
Were you really surprised at this point?
As if reading your thoughts, Sylus chuckled softly. âYouâre handling this surprisingly well.â His eyes gleamed with an unreadable glint. âNot even a scream? No demands for answers?â
You exhaled sharply, finally finding your voice. âHonestly⊠I donât even know if I should be surprised anymore.â
That earned a low, velvety laugh from him. âSmart girl.â
With Mephisto soaring ahead, Sylus carried you effortlessly through the maze of alleyways. His strong arm kept you cradled against him, the other hand holding your heels by the strap, as if it were nothing more than a casual afterthought. The weight of your shoes in his hand only added to the surrealness of the situation. His other hand felt steady and secure around your waist, making you feel surprisingly safe despite the chaos of the moment.
Your arms instinctively wound around his neck for support, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric of his shirt. The proximity was overwhelming, and the warmth of his body made your heart flutter.
The looming silhouette of the Onychinus base soon appeared, its crimson lights reflecting off the sleek metal structures, casting an eerie glow over the area.
As you neared, it hit youâyou were truly here. In the world of Love and Deepspace, within the territory of the most dangerous man in N109. And that man, currently holding you like a prized possession, was clearly savoring the moment.
A shiver ran through youânot of fear, but of anticipation.
And from the way Sylus held you, his smirk knowing and sharp, it was clear he wasnât planning to let you go anytime soon.
Up close, the base felt even more imposing. Towering walls of reinforced steel stretched high, lined with layers of interlocking plates that gleamed under the red luminescence. It was a fortressâcold, unyielding, and built with a precision that left no room for mistakes. The only entrance visible was a massive steel gate, flanked by automated sentries, their glowing optics tracking everything that moved.
But the moment Sylus approached, the guards and security drones remained motionless. There was no need for passwords or scansâhis mere presence was enough to grant him passage.
Inside, the air carried a mechanical hum, a constant undercurrent of power running through the base. The hallways were sleek, lined with hidden panels and silent surveillance. Occasional flickers of red light traced along the walls, pulsing in time with the quiet whir of unseen machinery.
Despite your initial apprehension, you couldnât help but take in your surroundings. The space felt surrealâlike stepping into the heart of a hidden empire, far removed from anything you had known. You could feel the calculated precision of it all, the power that pulsed through these walls, even if you couldnât quite grasp its true source.
As if sensing your thoughts, Sylus let out a low chuckle. âTaking it all in, Kitten?â His voice was smooth, laced with amusement.
You turned your gaze up to him, noting the sharp glint in his crimson eyes. Even now, he was watching you carefully, studying your reactions like a predator gauging its prey.
ââŠItâs different from what I expected,â you admitted quietly.
His smirk deepened. âGood.â
As he carried you deeper into Onychinus, passing by corridors that twisted into unknown depths, you noticed how the few people present either avoided looking at him directly or subtly stepped aside. There was no questionâthis was his domain, and nothing here moved without his approval.
When he finally stepped into a more private hallway, the heavy door before you slid open with a quiet hiss. The space beyond was different.
Eventually, Sylus carried you into his private quarters, a stark contrast to the cold efficiency of the base. His bedroom was grand yet suffocatingly intimate, wrapped in dark hues and warm, flickering light. The four-poster bed stood as the centerpiece, draped in rich, black fabric that absorbed the glow of the fireplace crackling nearby. A deep red, abstract painting hung above the mantel, its bold strokes resembling the remnants of a battlefield, or perhaps something far more personal. The scent of leather and faint embers filled the air, mixing with something distinctly him.
Ornate armchairs flanked the fireplace, their dark upholstery gleaming in the dim light. A round coffee table with a blood-red surface sat near the foot of the bed, accompanied by a smaller side table where a glass of amber liquid rested, undisturbed. Bookshelves lined the walls, their contents illuminated from withinârows of leather-bound volumes, small decorative objects, and a few things that felt too curated, as if meant to hide the real treasures behind them.
Sylus approached the bed, lowering you onto the plush mattress with a deliberate slowness. Yet even as he sat beside you, his grip on your waist remained firm, fingers pressing lightly against your side. A soft thud broke the silence as he casually set your heels down beside the bed, as if only now remembering he had been carrying them all this time. His fingers lingered at your side before he finally leaned back slightly, watching you with an unreadable expression.
âI knew you had been here before,â he murmured, amusement flickering in his crimson gaze. âI saw you through Mephisto the first time you appeared.â
Your breath hitched. He had seen you?
A flicker of unease curled in your stomach. A memory surfacedâfleeting, yet vivid. That night, the first time you found yourself here, you had felt itâa presence lingering in the dark. And thenâa gleam of red, watching, unblinking.
At the time, you had brushed it off as a trick of your anxious mind, a stray light in the shadows. But nowâŠ
Your fingers curled slightly against the fabric beneath you. âThat was you?â
Sylus tilted his head slightly, white hair catching the dim light. âDidnât expect you to come straight to me, though.â
You swallowed. âI didnât exactly choose to,â you admitted. âI donât control when I come here. One moment Iâm in my world, and the next, Iâm here. Then I get pulled back again.â
Sylus listened carefully, his gaze sharp and calculating as he absorbed every word.
After a moment, he exhaled, leaning back slightly. âThe Deepspace Tunnel,â he murmured. âIt might be the cause.â
Your brows furrowed. âThe tunnel?â
He traced absent patterns against your wrist with his thumb, thoughtful. âItâs an anomalyâbarely understood, even by those who claim to control it.â His eyes flickered toward you again. âBut donât overthink it too much.â
âHow can I not?â you murmured.
His grip on your waist tightened slightly. âBecause I said so.â
There was no arrogance in his voiceâjust quiet certainty.
And then, his hand moved, fingers threading through your hair in a slow, deliberate motion. His touch was unexpected, a stark contrast to his usual sharp edges.
âIâll protect you,â he murmured. âNo matter what.â
The weight in his words made your breath catch.
Before, he had seemed untouchableâdangerous, commanding. But now, something else had settled in his gaze, something warmer, something that had been waiting.
His fingers brushed along your jaw before withdrawing, but his eyes never left you. âMeeting you in person was worth the wait.â
You looked away, but you could still feel the intensity of his gaze, lingering on you as if he had no intention of looking anywhere else.
Sylus chuckled, voice low and velvety. âShy now?â
You swallowed, unsure how to answer.
His smirk remained, but there was something unmistakably affectionate beneath it now.
You shifted slightly, hyper-aware of the warmth of his palm still resting on your waist. His touch was firm yet unhurried, fingers splayed just enough to remind you that he wasnât letting go anytime soon. The weight of his presence beside you was almost suffocating, but not in an unpleasant wayâit was something else, something deeper, something you couldnât quite name.
Sylus tilted his head, crimson eyes scanning your face as if mapping every flicker of hesitation, every unspoken thought. His thumb brushed absently against your side, a slow, deliberate movement that sent an involuntary shiver through you.
âStill not going to look at me?â His voice was teasing, but there was an underlying softness to it now, a quiet pull beneath the usual sharpness of his words.
Your fingers curled slightly against your lap. âYouâre staring too much.â
His low chuckle was a vibration against your skin. âMaybe I like the view.â
Heat crept up your neck. You could feel the smirk on his lips without even looking. He wasnât just teasing nowâhe was watching, waiting, gauging your reaction like a predator testing the waters before making its next move.
And yet, despite the intensity, there was no rush. No pressure. Just Sylus, his unwavering attention, his steady hold, and the space between you that felt thinner with every breath.
You exhaled slowly, willing your pulse to steady. But with Sylus so close, his touch grounding you yet simultaneously unraveling your composure, it was impossible to ignore the slow, creeping warmth spreading through you.
âCareful,â he murmured, his voice a rich hum against your ear. âYou might make me think you actually like this.â
Your breath hitched as his fingers flexed slightly against your waist, the warmth of his palm seeping through the fabric of your clothes. It was a casual hold, effortless in its possession, but the unspoken weight behind it sent something electric down your spine.
You finally turned your head, meeting his gaze. His red eyes gleamed, dark and unreadable, but there was something else there, something deeperâsomething that made your stomach twist in a way you werenât sure you were ready to acknowledge.
Sylus tilted his head, smirk deepening. âThere she is.â
Your lips parted slightly, but no words came. He was too close. Close enough that you could catch the faintest scent of something subtly sweetâlike the lingering trace of expensive liquor on his breath.
And then, as if sensing the turmoil in your silence, Sylus lifted his hand from your waist. But before you could process the loss of warmth, he instead trailed the backs of his fingers lightly down your arm, slow and deliberate.
âYouâre trembling,â he noted, amused.
âIâm not,â you lied, though the slight waver in your voice betrayed you.
He chuckled, a knowing sound that sent another rush of heat through you. Then, with the same ease he always carried, he leaned in just enough to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering a fraction longer than necessary.
âLiar,â he murmured.
Your breath caught in your throat as his fingers ghosted over your skin, his touch featherlight yet deliberate. The corner of Sylusâs lips twitched, amusement flickering in his crimson gaze as he studied your reaction.
"Do you always get this flustered," he mused, voice laced with quiet satisfaction, "or is it just me?"
Your fingers curled against your lap, knuckles brushing against the fabric of his sleeve. You wanted to push him away, to put some distance between youâbut at the same time, the heat of his presence was intoxicating, holding you in place like a gravitational pull you couldn't resist.
âIââ You started, only to falter. Because what could you even say? That he was too close? That his touch left an imprint on your skin, even after he pulled away?
Sylus exhaled a soft laugh, low and indulgent. He leaned in again, just enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your temple.
"You really don't have to say anything, sweetheart." His voice was velvet, smooth and unhurried. "Your body tells me everything I need to know."
A shiver ran through you, and his smirk widened. He wasnât letting up. Not yet.
But then, as if deciding to show mercy, Sylus finally leaned back slightly. His fingers, however, remained at your sideâno longer holding you in place, but not letting go either.
"Relax," he said, the teasing edge in his voice softening just a little. "I donât bite⊠unless you want me to."
Your breath hitched again, and that guy had the audacity to chuckle, clearly reveling in every little reaction he pulled from you.
You shot him a glare, though you werenât sure how effective it was with the heat still lingering in your cheeks. Sylus, of course, only looked more entertained by your struggle. His fingers flexed slightly against your waist, a silent reminder of just how close he still was.
âI swear, you enjoy this way too much,â you muttered, shifting slightly in place in an attempt to put some distance between you. But the moment you moved, Sylusâs grip tightenedânot forcefully, just enough to keep you exactly where he wanted you.
âCan you blame me?â His voice was smooth, dripping with amusement. âYouâre adorable when youâre flustered.â
You huffed, but your pulse betrayed you, still thrumming a little too fast from his lingering touch.
Sylus studied you for a moment, thenâfinallyâhis hand slid away, his warmth fading too quickly. He leaned back slightly, exhaling a quiet chuckle as if indulging in some private amusement.
"Alright, alright," he said, a lazy smirk still playing at his lips. "I'll be good. For now."
You eyed him warily. "That doesnât sound very reassuring."
Sylus chuckled, tipping his head to the side as his crimson gaze met yours once more.
"Smart girl," he murmured. "You shouldn't trust me so easily."
You couldnât help but swallow, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You were trying to ignore how his gaze made your pulse quicken, how his proximity made it hard to think straight.
âI never said I trusted you,â you replied, trying to sound more confident than you felt. Your heart was still racing from the way he looked at you, as if he could see through all your defenses, even the ones you didnât know you had.
Sylusâs smirk deepened, his gaze never leaving yours. He leaned in slightly, his face just inches from yours, making it impossible to ignore the tension hanging in the air between you.
âYou donât need to,â he murmured, his voice low and smooth. âBut you will. Eventually.â
Before you could respond, there was a sudden shift. The room seemed to fade around you, the edges of the world blurring and distorting in a way you couldnât comprehend.
And then, just as quickly as it had started, the world snapped back into focus. Sylus was still there, watching you, but his presence felt distant nowâlike something was pulling him away.
You blinked, confusion flooding your mind. "Whatâ?"
But the words never left your lips.
The room began to fade once more, and this time, you didnât feel the pull or the shift. You didnât feel anything at all. The last thing you saw was Sylusâs eyes, locking onto you with an unreadable expression.
And then, everything was gone.
You blinked, a strange emptiness settling in your chest as you found yourself standing in front of your apartment door. The familiar sights of the hallway were sharp in contrast to the surreal feeling still lingering in your mind. Your hand hovered in the air, as if the memory of Sylusâs touch still clung to your skin.
It felt so wrong to be back. The warmth, the intensity of his presenceâit was all gone now, replaced by the quiet hum of the real world. You could almost feel the echo of his hand resting on your waist, that subtle heat that had made you forget everything else. Now, standing here, you could only feel the coldness creeping in. The apartment, once familiar, now seemed too quiet, too still.
You wanted to turn back, to feel that closeness again, even if everything about it had been strange and unsettling. The way his gaze had never wavered, how his smirk always carried something deeper⊠You couldn't deny it now. You missed it. Missed him. Even after everything that happened.
But he was gone. And you were here, in this quiet hallway, with only the faintest memory of his presence.
Back in the room, Sylus sat still, his gaze fixed on the spot where you had been just moments ago.
He didnât move, didnât speak. He simply watched, as if waiting for something that wasnât coming.
Just like that.
The room felt colder without you, the silence more oppressive. He had known it was possible, had anticipated it, but the reality of it still caught him off guard.
He glanced around, half-expecting you to materialize from thin air, to return as suddenly as youâd disappeared. But nothing. Only the emptiness remained.
You were here. And now youâre not.
Sylus exhaled slowly, his hand resting on the bed beside him, fingers gripping the sheets. The absence was heavier than he expected, like something was missingâa presence, a warmth he couldnât ignore.
He didnât know when or how youâd come back. The randomness of it all made it impossible to predict. But one thing was clear: he would wait. He wasnât going anywhere. He didnât know when it would be, but heâd be here, ready for the moment when you returned.
Until then, he could only waitâand somehow, he knew he wouldnât be able to stop thinking about you until he saw you again.
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Make that âBackdated Weecapsâ. Million apologies, cos Antoine literally loses steam after a good opening, and I kinda got disinterested. It probably would do better if there are only 10eps instead of 16, juz so to tighten up its meandering story line at the tail end.
Anyway, to make up for the backlog, I promise you a bumper weecap for Antoinethis week. (more like i need to get this out of myâŠ
